Sometimes what a person learns in three weeks at camp is more than can be learned in a lifetime.
Why am I thinking about camp in the beginning of winter? Because as the mornings get colder the blanket calls louder.
That’s when the voice of the counselor comes in. Every morning she’d sing “Rise and shine / and give Hashem your glory glory!”
We usually moaned and turned over but that never deterred our counselors. They knew we had a day ahead. A day to play games — and sometimes to win to clean the bunk write letters home. Because they were convinced that important things lay ahead they had no problem clapping banging on the trunks pulling the covers off. Even sometimes splashing some icy morning mountain water.
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